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—¿𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊?, -𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊́𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚜.
𝙻𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝í𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘.
𝚄𝚗 𝚍í𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊, 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́: —¿𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊? -𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊. 𝙲𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘́ 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚘́ 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟í𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍í𝚊.
𝙴𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝚅𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗í𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜í𝚊, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊́𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜.
—¡𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊!, -𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚛𝚎í𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍í𝚊: —𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊́𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝙰𝚚𝚞í 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊́𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜.
𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛í𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜. 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙴𝚜𝚎 𝚍í𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘: —𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, ¿𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎́?, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚜. 𝚈 𝚝𝚞́, 𝚖𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚢𝚘.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍. 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘, 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛.
𝙴𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏í𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚊𝚛.
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— 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌, -𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛: —𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌? -𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢.
𝙸𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜.
—𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, -𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍: —𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜.
𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛: —𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
Come and participate because you still have, time:
— Do you want to listen to music? -he said, stroking her hair.
Teresa kept her gaze fixed on the window, totally oblivious to her sister's presence, immersed in silence, a prisoner of the paralysis that kept her in a wheelchair…***
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute, day by day, to make our planet a better world.